Cleolinda Jones (cleolinda) wrote,
Cleolinda Jones
cleolinda

Wow... I'm not sure I believe that just happened. I'm sleeping in--yeah, I got back from New Orleans all right yesterday afternoon; more on that later--and the doorbell rings. Now, I've gotten dressed and gone back to bed because the electrician is coming to blah blah blah, but damn if I'm not sleeping until he gets here. So I go downstairs.

One of the more unfortunate features of our house is that we have two high, narrow vertical windows on either side of the door. Which is fine, if the blinds are down. But usually they're not. And by "usually" I mean "particularly when I really, really need them to be." So the two blonde, fortyish women on the other side of the door see me coming down the stairs before I see them, and I'm busted. Can't run away at this point. But--you know, maybe they're friends of my mother's? I have no idea. (Keep in mind that I ended up moving back home after college and haven't gotten off my ass and moved out yet. More on that also, but my point is, just because I don't know who someone at the door is doesn't mean they don't have a reason to be there.) But they're here for some reason, so I open the door.

Would I like to know more about the Bible? Awww, hell.

I ended up nodding and smiling and taking two tracts from them and I am so sorry, but I was on the phone when you got here and I really need to get back to that--in fact, it's a long distance call (TO SLEEP) but thank you, etc., etc.

The reason I'm so stunned is because that's the first time in my relatively brief life that I've ever dealt with door-to-door religion shills. I've always lived deep in the suburbs, and at the moment live on a cul-de-sac where people by definition can't just wander through (on account of the street, y'know, ending right there), and really, it's just totally not the kind of thing I expect. Mostly because I usually never answer the door. I am thinking I may return to that policy.

P.S. The Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society of Pennsylvania would like you to know that you do, in fact, have an immortal spirit. I really wish they'd had some Jack Chick tracts to give out. Those would have been awesome.

Tags: new orleans, people at my front door
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